I don’t think I’m going to feel much like writing today. Snoop is gone. He got out yesterday and I searched and searched and searched for him. Never found him. I hoped when I woke up this morning he’d be sitting on the front porch step, but he wasn’t. I am sick to my stomach this morning. I’m going to take one more drive right now before I get the kids up for school to look for him, I just hope to God I don’t find him smashed on the road.
He’s back. And now I want to kick his ass for making me cry and throw up all morning. But I won’t.